56. 13/2/15 (#53)
The Parts of Me 
After all this time,
I didn't think,
It was possible to move on,
And in some ways it never was,
The weight has been lifted,
And I can breathe again,
Without despising the air in my lungs,
Without fearing words it precedes,
Without losing sight of hope.
I am free again,
To live without a pressure on my head,
To see a rope and not think neck,
To think neck and not feel it break.
And for this I know I have one thing to thank,
Without it my fingers would be pale and buried,
Not dancing across the keyboard in front of me,
Without it I would not be hearing the music,
Blasting through my headphones,
Without it I would have forgotten happiness completely.
The internet saved my life,
But more important are the people I met,
Through writing and pressing 'send',
The people who I will never forget,
I will remember to the end,
The people who no matter what,
I trust with my heart,
The people who shared every shot,
As I bled out my veins for art.
You are the parts of me I will never lose.